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Sunday, June 9, 2013

A day of rest. wow.

Sunday. One of those days.
Quiet. And that's ok.

I was touched by Cait's post HERE over at Barefoot Weaver. She talked about sometimes just not feeling all wonderful about her life, even though she knows she should.
Ain't it the truth though?
Your rational mind tells you that you should be grateful, you should be happy, you should be bouncing back from whatever blows life is dealing you.
But one day you wake up, and you can't go with any of that.
Nothing seems right. Nothing feels right. You start this, and move on to that. You can't get interested in anything, or motivated in any meaningful way.
Everything just seems to suck, and you can't snap out of it.

That's when I say to myself: It's ok. Tomorrow is another day. It will be better tomorrow.
And usually, it is.

All winter long, between surgeries, with my life and my well being hanging in the balance, or at least it seemed that way, I thought about all the things I wanted to do with my one "wild and precious life".
Taking time to just be in the moment seemed to be at the center of every scenario I came up with.

I'm practicing.

Siting on the porch today listening to the wind chimes, I was reminded to listen to that inner voice, the one that tells me it's going good, or not so much.

Nexxie kept me company.

He knows exactly how to live in the moment.

We can learn so much from our cats and dogs. All we have to do is be still, and listen.

My animals always bring me back to center, somehow. Your photo shows exactly what contentment should look like....sitting on a great porch in a comfortable chair with a loving pet at your feet, and a terrific rug. All you need is either some lemonade, iced tea, or a big glass of wine.

Oh Hilary...I'm going to be sitting on that porch in a couple of weeks soaking up all that lovely quietness for a bit...I am grateful to be alive but sometimes it just all seems too much. Today was a good day, full of hope again. Thanks..

There are days when I wonder if all the struggling is worth it. Then there are days that I think boy! A little elbow grease and everything is great! We have to have the downs or the ups just aren't so special.

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I am an 'older' woman, who refuses to get old. I think I am really twelve, and my family will often agree. I have found my passion in weaving, and have left one career to begin another. What? I don't have all the time in the world???
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